This Morning

It rained last night and are the little birdies ever happy! Chirp chirp chirp! Boy they can chirp loud! Heh heh. I really need to get a birdbath for 'em, one of those cheap plastic ones. The birds won't care as long as they have water. Now if I can just figure where to put it so that the cats will not stake it out too badly... I wish I had a sprinker, that would be the safest of all. Maybe I can figure out where one is.

Almost Forgot

Tomorrow afternoon, on Turner Classic Movie channel (TCM) will be showing the 1959 version of Ben Hur! Yes! Slashy goodness here, people.

Read this quote (yoinked from the IMDb):

According to Gore Vidal, as recounted in The Celluloid Closet (1995) one of the script elements he was brought in to re-write was the relationship between Messalah and Ben-Hur. Director _William Wyler_ was concerned that two men who had been close friends as youths would not simply hate one another as a result of disagreeing over politics. Thus, Vidal devised a thinly veiled subtext suggesting the Messalah and Ben-Hur had been lovers as teenagers, and their fighting was a result of Ben-Hur spurning Messalah. Wyler was initially hesitant to implement the subtext, but agreed on the conditions that no direct reference ever be made to the characters' sexuality in the script, that Vidal personally discuss the idea with Stephen Boyd, and not mention the subtext to Charlton Heston who, Wyler feared, would panic at the idea. After Vidal admitted to adding the homosexual subtext in public, Heston denied the claim, going so far as to suggest Vidal had little input into the final script, and his lack of screen credit was a result of his being fired for trying to add gay innuendo. Vidal rebutted by citing passages from Heston's 1978 autobiography, where the actor admitted that Vidal had authored much of the final shooting script.

And oh yeah, the chariot race. Can't forget the chariot race. It's probably the pinnacle of Yakima Canutt's career. And if you don't know who Yakima Canutt is, for shame!

I Hate My Family

Yes, they've done it again! My aunt, cousin Patti and her daughter Lyn (my second cousin) decided to drive to Hastings for lunch. Do I hear anything about it? Nooo, of course not. So, I call my aunt just now, only to discover that they've been there for at least a couple of hours--and they're just leaving. As in *right now.* Too soon for me to stop and say hi (it's all of a 20 minute drive), just long enough for me to say hello to Lyn on the phone and that's it.

I fucking hate them. I wish they would die. Die soon. The sooner they die, the happier I'll be. Die Die Die you worthless scumbags.

Up until this very minute I had been looking forward to a birthday visit to CA w/Lyn and Paul (one of my other cousins.) They'd been nice enough to offer me a trip and I thought, might as well make nice and try to do a little fence mending. But not now. No fucking way. I am already way too seriously pissed to even think about it now. I would not have any fun. At. All. Why did I even think I could? Or would? Shit like this always happens.

I am off to have a nice long sulk and cry a little bit. GOD DAMN!!! but this hurts!!!!!